Can't anyone see me
as I rip out my hair?
Can't anyone hear me
as I scream for help?
Can't anyone feel me
as I grasp for reality?
Can't anyone care about me
as our eyes briefly meet?
Can't anyone think of me
as you brush past me in the street?
Can't anyone notice me?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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1 comment:
been there. still there actually.
but maybe it's my fault for not making myself noticed?
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